Elvis Presley - Guitar Man

Guitar Man

(Hubbard)
Well, I quit my job down at the car wash,
Left my mama a goodbye note,
By sundown Id left Kingston,
With my guitar under my coat,
I hitchhiked all the way down to Memphis,
Got a room at the YMCA,
For the next three weeks I went huntin them nights,
Just lookin for a place to play,
Well, I thought my pickin would set em on fire,
But nobody wanted to hire a guitar man.
Well, I nearly bout starved to death down in Memphis,
I run outta money and luck,
So I bought me a ride down to Macon, Georgia,
On a overloaded poultry truck,
I thumbed on down to Panama City,
Started pickin out some o them all night bars,
Hopin I could make myself a dollar,
Makin music on my guitar,
I got the same old story at them all night piers,
There aint no room around here for a guitar man
We dont need a guitar man, son
So I slept in the hobo jungles,
Roamed a thousand miles of track,
Ti will I found myself in Mobile Alabama,
At a club they call Big Jacks,
A little four-piece band was jammin,
So I took my guitar and I sat in,
I showed em what a band would sound like,
With a swingin little guitar man.
Show em, son
If you ever take a trip down to the ocean,
Find yourself down around Mobile,
Make it on out to a club called Jacks,
If you got a little time to kill,
Just follow that crowd of people,
You wi will wind up out on his dance floor,
Diggin the finest little five-piece group,
Up and down the Gulf of Mexico,
Guess whos leadin that five-piece band,
Well, wouldnt ya know, its that swingin little guitar man.
The TV-special verse:
Well, I came a long way from the carwash,
Got to where I said Id get
Now that Imhere I know for sure
I really aint got there yet
Think I will start all over
Swing my guitar over my back
Imgonna get myself back on the track
I will never, never ever look back
I will never be more than what I am
Wouldnt you know
I m a swinging little Guitar man